This is a song about "We are hustlers"

No, no, we are not those

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

Are feet as we keep going,

When we sleep, are we complete? is it the outside looking in?

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Right in the jungle with a tribe of my hustlers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

No, no, we are not those

Ain't no women at the shows

I wanna get with you

What else we are soppused to

That we are not a lone

Now i'm in the zone

Riding around with ms. reece and them

We are bred by consumerism